"I mean, you're facing tragedies every day. Doesn't she ask about it?" he inquired further.
"She's not my real mom," I answered, and he stared at me with shock. His expressions filled with guilt as soon as he heard that. "I found out that I'm not her biological daughter."
"Oh, sorry," he apologized, perhaps for the first time in his life saying sorry to anyone.
"You don't have to," I smiled bitterly. Till then he finished the noodles. I grabbed the empty bowl, tossed it into the sink. I expected him to leave after finishing his food, but he perched his head on my pillow, and gazed at me without a blink of his eyes. I felt awkward and tried to find out what he was thinking. There was an unusual silence between us. Perhaps he didn't know what to say.
“What’s in your head?” I broke the si
